Now reft my long divided heart,
Fix'd on this blifsful centre, reft;
With ashes, who would grudge to part,
When call'd, on angels bread, to feast.
High heav'n, that heard the folemn vow,
That vow renew'd shall daily hear;
'Till in life's lateft hour we bow,

And blefs, in death, a bond so dear.

CIX. The Chriftian's Safety. C. M. IRM as the earth, thy gospel ftands, My LORD, my hope, my truft; If I am found in JESUS' hands,

FIR

My foul can ne'er be loft.

His honor is engag'd to fave,
The meaneft of his fheep:
All that his heav'nly Father gave,
His hands fecurely keep.

Nor death, nor hell, fhall e'er remove
His fav'rites from his breaft;

In the dear bofom of his love,
They must for ever reft.

CX. The beft Refource. L. M. LTHO' the fig-tree fhall not bear, Nor fruit upon the vine appear: The labour of the olive fail,

A

Nor verdant pafture clothe the vale.

Tho' bleating flocks fhould perifh all,
Nor fatten'd herds fhould fill the ftall;
And tho' this difmal fight and found,
Spread want and famine all around.
Yet in my GoD, will I rejoice,

With thankful heart, with cheerful voice;

N

His praife, fhall all my pow'rs employ,
And his falvation be my joy.

CXI. The Power of Faith.

C. M.

ORE piercing than the eagle's fight,

M Faith views the world unknown:

Surveys the glorious realms of light,
And JESUS on the throne.

It hears the mighty voice of Gon,
And ponders what he faith;

His word, and works, his gift, and rod,
Have each a voice to faith,

It feels the touch of heav'nly pow'r,
And from that boundlefs fource,
Receives fresh vigor ev'ry hour,
To run its daily courfe,

The truth, and goodness of the LORD,
Are fuited to its tafte,

Mean is the worldling's pamper'd board,
To faith's perpetual feaft.

It fmells, the dear REDEEMER's name,
Like ointment poured forth;
Faith only knows, or can proclaim,
Its favor, or its worth.

Ere faving faith poffefs the mind,
In vain, of sense we boast;

Till then, we're fenfelefs, tafteless, blind,
And deaf, and dead, and lost.

F

CXII. Faith. C. M.

AITH is the brightest evidence,
Of things beyond our fight:

Breaks thro' the clouds of flesh, and fenfe,"
And dwells in heav'nly light.

It fets time paft, in prefent view,
Brings distant prospects home,

N 2

Of things a thousand years ago,
Or thousand years to come.

By faith, we know, the worlds were made,
By GoD's Almighty word;
Abra'm to unknown countries led,
By faith obey'd the LORD.

He fought a city fair and high,
Built by th' eternal hands:
And faith affures us, tho' we die,
That heav'nly building ftands.

CXIII. Sacrament. 104th.

N JESUS we live,
In JESUS we reft,

I'

And thankful receive
His dying bequeft;
The cup of falvation
His mercy beftows.